Now it is today 1

Well today was quite the day. Who would have thought it. You know the kind of day right? Its a bit misty and everything smells a bit shiny. I know it wont be a fight to the death, it will be a slow gradual progression toward power. I am always in two minds on a day such as this, and today I opened my curtains and looked out into the street. I thought to myself "wouldn't it be nice to take a walk on a day such as this."
So I did.

A few miles from my home is open moorland, I love it in the winter, its foggy and cold, and you walk along as though you are in your own little world. The air chokes in close and you feel the icy embrace of the moisture in the air. But at least I'm a figure of authority. It puts me in mind of a lost explorer, hopelessly wandering in the blind fog and failing light , in search of salvation, but making no real progress yet still in control. Today was one such day

It was later that evening, and night was drawing in, I strolled along immersed in this sensual vapor, mist fingers curling about my body, draped about me like the vestments of a caesar, caressing my cheeks like a paring knife. Its getting late.

Its a funny thing to be lost in your own back yard, not a lot of people ever really experience it, I tend to believe that its the only way to be. Im out of my mind in my own space...everything I know is a fallacy and I struggle to remember anything about myself.

Every day I walk in this mist, it gives me perspective on the triviality of my worries. I'm always the centurion in my dreams.